What is Harry’s game?

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IT WAS ALWAYS A FRIED EGG ON WHITE with brown sauce. My mother-in-law would wrap it and hand it to the man with the sinking eyes. It was an order that summed up an earthy spirit. He might have had a plush pad in the posh part of Bournemouth and a penchant for European exotica, but Harry Redknapp was a working class hero. To him, Pret A Manger would always be a French left back.

My mother-in-law will vouch that Redknapp is popular with those he meets. Whether